“Course not,” answered Freddie. “They don’t even know we’re comin’ after ’em.”
“That’s so,” Flossie said. “Well, anyhow, I hope we don’t get lost.”
“I do, too,” agreed Freddie. “But we have something to eat, anyhow,” and he patted the box of lunch he carried.
The children looked around them. They were in a lonely part of the woods, a place they had never been before, but they felt sure they would soon catch up to their father. They had been following the tracks in the snow left by the men who had gone to find Bert and Nan and take food to Mrs. Bimby.
Suddenly, however, there came a harder flurry of snow, and for a time Flossie and Freddie could not see very well. And when the little squall, as sudden storms are called, had passed, the two Bobbsey twins found they had wandered off to one side of the trail.
No longer could they see the footprints of their father and the others in the snow. They had nothing to guide them!
“Freddie! Look!” cried Flossie, “Where’s the path?” She called her father’s snow-track a “path.”
“Why, it—it’s gone!” Freddie had to admit.
And then, as the two little children stood in the lonely snow-filled woods, they heard, near a bush, a noise that made them suddenly afraid.
It was a growl that they heard!